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Once upon a time,

there were three little girls who went to the police academy...

Two in Los Angeles,

the other in San Francisco...

And they were each assigned very hazardous duties.

But I took them away from all that, and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

I'm tellin' you, you're goin' back to Boston with me.

Now, there's no reason to shout.

This can all be settled.

There's nothing to settle. Let's go.

You cannot be as dense as you look.

I'm offering you a great deal of money.

You want me to cuff you?

No. No, I don't think that's gonna be necessary.

I'll go.

How did you get inside this penthouse?

Hairpin this time. I could've used one of my credit cards to slip the lock.

You know, a "loid." You're in the crime business. You can't not know that.

She has credit cards.

Well, they're more fun to play with than dolls. Mm-hmm.

I haven't played with dolls since I was practically a child.

Samantha, didn't anyone ever tell you...

it's not nice to break and enter?

Well, I would've used Aunt Charlotte's key, but she took it with her to Europe.

Samantha, how does your Aunt Charlotte have a key to this Buckley person's penthouse?

Well, they used to be lovers. Aunt Charlotte has absolutely tons of them.

Oh. Uh, what we don't know...

is what you were doing up there.

I just went up to feed the green monster. There wasn't anything else to do.

See, I had a Buster Burger for lunch and some left over.

I have a feeling I'll regret asking,

but, Samantha, what is "the green monster"?

A Venus flytrap. They love hamburger. It's protein.

Oh, boy. Ooh! Uh, you like that?

You eat hamburgers, don't you? Why shouldn't a poor plant?

It's not like I was feeding him live bugs or anything grotty like that.

You're right. Oh, you're right. You're so right.

And I love the way you anticipate the stoplight.

- Oh, yeah. Hi, guys. - How'd you get here so fast?

Have you ever taken Sunset Boulevard with somebody that came in third at Le Mans?

No, I don't think so.

You must be Samantha. I haven't seen you since you were a toddler.

- I was never a toddler. - I'm inclined to agree with that.

They're not taking me seriously,

and they're gonna be absolutely embarrassed... humiliated even.

Oh, it looks like things haven't been, uh, going too well.

Sam, how did you happen to call me?

I haven't been in the country in months.

Well, I found your number in Aunt Charlotte's private phone book,

squished between 25 men.

- What? - Oh.

I, uh, worked on a jewel-theft case for her aunt.

Uh-huh.

Good afternoon, Bosley, Angels.

I trust you've all had an opportunity to become acquainted with Samantha.

We certainly have. Oh, yes.

A very lively imagination, Charlie.

You're not a very subtle factotum, Mr. Bosley.

Factotum? Me?

Watch out, Bosley.

Let me give you the background, Angels.

Sam's Aunt Charlotte is a very old and, uh... and close friend of mine.

I'll bet she is.

She just called me from Paris where Sam had called her.

Oh, she also called me at the beach, Charlie.

Well, then, I take it you've all heard the story.

Good. In that case, I'm going to leave it up to you, Angels.

If you think there's merit in the case, we'll take it on. Otherwise...

Well... that's up to you.

Have a nice day. Well... Charl...

Char... Charlie?

What's he doing to us? Charlie Townsend, you cop-out.

He doesn't believe me either, does he?

Well, uh, Sam, honey, it isn't that.

It's just that, well, the, uh... the circumstances are a little odd.

All right. You don't have to help me.

I'll catch the murderer myself, and I hope I get killed doing it.

Then you'll have my blood on your hands and your dresses and your face and your...

- Ah-ah-ah! Oh-oh-oh! Okay. - All right! All right!

Uh, look, Jill, as long as you two are old friends,

why don't you and Kris just look into that?

Yeah, that's a good idea. Me? Good idea.

- You know. - Sure. Thank you.

See you all later. Yeah.

Yes. Mm-hmm.

Oh, yes, it's times like this you find out who your real friends are.

Ciao. Thank you.

Bye. Mm-hmm.

What can I... Samantha! Where have you been?

I brought some detectives, Nanny, even though they don't look like it.

I've been so worried about you.

You come inside right away.

Mrs. McNaughton, I'm Jill Munroe.

This is my sister, Kris.

Hello. Samantha has been at our office, Townsend Associates.

Uh, yes. Her aunt wanted us to look into a little matter for her.

I know all about that nonsense. Please come in.

Thank you.

You won't think it's nonsense when they prove it.

Now, there's a box of cookies in the kitchen.

Get yourself some milk and let the grown-ups talk.

I'm afraid I'll miss something.

Oh, now, go along, dear. Do as you're told.

Otherwise, no television for a week.

I don't care. Television's grotty.

She only stuffs me with cookies to keep me from the sherry.

Oh, that child.

Yeah, she's quite a handful.

She's not a bad little girl really. She's got a good heart.

It's just the circumstances of her upbringing.

Well, I know what you're here about.

She told me the whole silly tale.

I should never have allowed her to call her aunt.

Then you don't think there's any truth in it at all? Oh, my goodness, no.

She's always telling such...

Well, you have never heard such things.

Um, do you know this Victor Buckley?

Oh, certainly. He has the penthouse here, you know.

He's a charming man and very, very wealthy.

His hobby is horticulture.

Oh.

Did, uh... Did you also know that Samantha broke into his penthouse?

Well, I had heard it had happened before.

Anything that you say will be confidential.

Well, you see, Samantha's aunt...

My employer...

Was once very close to Mr. Buckley,

if you understand my meaning.

Yeah.

And, uh, Samantha, although she's only 11,

she is in many ways overly mature, and, uh...

So she was jealous of their relationship.

Wait a minute. Are you saying that Sam had a crush on Mr. Buckley?

Ah.

It went so far that she once sneaked in...

and wrote something on his bedroom mirror.

Something that no young lady of her age...

should even know about.

How sad.

Yeah, it is.

But I think we know what's, uh, behind all this now.

I hope we did the right thing leaving Sam there.

Well, it's her home. What else are we gonna do?

I know. But something's not right. Something's nagging me.

Oh, come on, Jill. You don't... You don't believe that story, do you?

I mean, that kid's really got problems. Yeah, I know. I know.

Look, you take the car. I'm gonna stay here and check things out.

Sam said the victim was a big man...

and that she remembered him saying something about Boston.

So if he had a car here, I might be able to find it.

Hmm. Well, it may be pure chauvinism,

but I always trust a woman's intuition.

Okay. I'll see you later.

See you later.

Max? Yeah.

Come in.

Where did you put the body?

We got it stashed. Now, don't worry about it, Vic. I got everything taken care of.

Man, the guy was big. You know, he broke the

trunk of my car while I was stuffing him in.

Hey, you know, I'll have to have that fixed.

I'm paying you enough for that.

Now, Max, wait until it's dark enough...

before you put him on the boat, and then take him way out.

He's gonna make a lot of fish happy.

The next thing I want you to do is find Robbins's car and get rid of it.

- And how are we gonna find... - It oughta have Massachusetts plates.

Is that your car, lady?

- Is it yours? - Hey, that's none of your business, honey.

Why don't you go to Beverly Drive and spend some of your daddy's money?

Come on. Beat it. If it's yours, let me see your license.

Who are you?

Why don't we take her in private and talk to her somewheres, Max?

Hey, come on! Could you move it out!

Where'd she go? Come on! Start the car!

Oy, my foot!

Hey, did you see a blonde lady?

No comprendo, señor. Una "bionde"...

Oh, un cigarro.

Gracias, amigo.

Ooh!

¡Fantastico!

Do you have any idea who she was, Vic?

No, I have absolutely no idea.

Maybe it was Robbins's girlfriend.

But one thing I am sure of... There was somebody

out here on this terrace when I hit him.

If there was, maybe you'd better start thinking about moving on.

I should, Max, but I'm not going to.

I've got too much here, and I've worked too hard to get it.

Hey, why don't you just relax, huh?

I mean, she didn't go to the cops yet, so it's... probably be just fine.

Maybe she's got blackmail on her mind, huh?

We got the body and we got the car.

It's really gonna be tough to make a case against you.

Exactly.

Just make sure there's no trace of that car left.

This is for getting rid of it fast, huh?

Now, don't mess with me.

You got that, pop?

Hey, Al, this is next up.

It sounds to me like we've got a case after all, Angels.

I know they were Massachusetts plates. Why can't I remember the number?

That's all right, Jill. The thing now is to find it again.

- Kris, you'll look into that. - Sure.

Do we have any info on this Buckley so we know what we're up against?

Only that he's been here for five years,

he lives luxuriously on no known income and is very, very social.

Very, very social. Sounds like a weakness.

It is, Kelly. One that you're going to exploit.

His hobby is horticulture, so get over to the library, Angel, and dig in.

Okay.

Uh, just how big are those Venus flytraps that love protein?

Hmm. They're pretty big.

Mm-hmm.

What's my assignment, Charlie?

To get Buckley's fingerprints.

Fortunately, his maid is about to take a long trip.

- How do you know that? - Charlie talks to leprechauns.

- Trust him. - Aha. You're getting weird, Bosley.

What about Sam? Now we have proof she might be in danger.

You're right, Jill, and it's thanks to you that we know that.

I'm going to put you in charge of guarding her.

You have your assignments, Angels. Good luck.

Me and my big mouth.

Mother Jill.

Oh, it'll be fun. She'll teach you about life.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Factotum?

- Bridget? - Is it me you're talkin' to?

Come over to the car a second. I have something I want to give you.

What would you be after givin' the likes of me? I don't even know you.

What would you like most of all in the whole world?

Well, to see Galway Bay again,

lay eyes on me old da who'll be 85 this very month.

What would you say if I gave you a ticket on a plane...

that leaves at 5:00 this afternoon?

Ah-ah-ah.

I'd be inclined to discuss it further.

Hmm.

Bridget, could you do that some other time?

Please.

Oh, I am sorry, sir. I didn't mean to disturb you.

Who are you? Where's Bridget?

Katie Maguire, sir. Bridget's returned to Ireland from what I'm told, sir.

But she was just here on Friday.

Well, I wouldn't be knowin' about that, sir. You see, the agency sent me down.

Although, I don't know if I'd have come if I'd known you lived so high.

I've never worked above the fourth floor,

and why a man as wealthy as yourself would prefer to live...

like a squirrel among the trees is beyond me, sir,

if you don't mind my sayin' so.

Do you think you'll be able to, uh, adjust?

Well, I don't know, sir. You see, then

there's the matter of the naked statue, sir.

I'd prefer not to be cleanin' it...

Bein' a well-brought-up Irish girl, if you understand, sir.

Well, I hope you don't expect me to clean it.

Oh, well, sir, maybe the wind.

Is it your boat, sir? Your very own?

Yes.

Ah! Well, a man with the sea in his blood can't be all bad.

Could I sweeten your drink for you, sir?

If it won't offend your morals?

Oh, no, sir. Not if you knew me father.

That's scotch and water.

Aye, sir. The devil invented scotch to make the Irish poor.

You're a very unusual maid, Katie.

Uh, yes, sir. That I am.

Okay, let's try that one.

I have seen enough mutilated tin to hate cars for life.

We get so many darned cars in here, little lady.

I'll tell you, my memory's so bad lately,

I've been thinking about retiring to Fort Lauderdale, Florida, one of these days.

Soon as I can get enough money together.

Aha. Well, perhaps we could, uh,

make a contribution to your pension fund.

You know, the strength of my mind is returning.

Come on. I'll show you.

There it is. Where?

Here. This is it.

If I'd have thought you was interested in a

license plate, I'd have mentioned it sooner.

Well, we would have preferred to have the car attached to it,

but, uh, we'll take what we can get.

Hey, you can take the car too, you know. You paid for it.

Look, just because I'm bodyguarding you doesn't mean we have to stay here.

In fact, I can't think of a safer place to be than Disneyland.

That's for absolute children.

Oh. Okay, let's go swimming. I have a beach house.

I don't even own a swimsuit.

I have a ton of them there.

I'd certainly look terrific in one of your bathing suits with my figure.

Look, Sam, you're not supposed to have a figure at your age.

You're supposed to enjoy the water.

Listen, you don't have to entertain me out of guilt, you know.

Why don't I entertain you just because I like you?

Well, there is something I'd like to do.

What? Come on. I'll surprise you.

I'm gonna check in on the car phone and let 'em know where we are.

You don't move from that spot. Understand?

Of course.

You've interrupted me vacuuming. Yes, miss?

Mr. Victor Buckley, please.

Uh, Mr. Buckley's resting, miss.

Might I inquire as to what business it is you're about? Personal business.

Ah, well, you wouldn't be sellin' somethin', would you, miss?

He don't need no encyclopedias.

I beg your pardon! Will you please tell Mr. Buckley that I'm here?

I'm not used to being questioned by the servants!

"Servants," is it, miss?

Well, whom shall I say is calling?

Kelly. Oh, tulips!

What is it, Katie?

Who is that? Says her name's Kelly O'Tulips, sir.

She's a good-looker, but, uh, no manners.

O'Tulips? Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

What are you doing here?

Oh, you startled me. Who are you?

I'm Kelly Garrett, and I'm from the National Horticulture Association.

But if you're Mr. Buckley, I must tell, you seem to be as rude as your maid.

No, wait a minute, please.

I am Victor Buckley, and I'm sorry.

I-I just didn't understand,

and, uh, I'm afraid she's temporary...

and a bit peculiar.

She certainly is.

Well, Miss Garrett, what can I do for you?

Well, the society has heard of your work,

particularly your cymbidiums.

We hoped that you would consider a display at our charity flower show.

It's at Brookings Estate next month.

I am so flattered.

I've never been asked to show my work at Brookings.

That's wonderful! Well, you have now.

Mrs. Brookings just happens to be my aunt.

Well, Miss Garrett, may I show you my cymbidiums?

Why not?

Oh.

The minute I was gone, they said she just ran out the back.

I'm sorry. I feel terrible about this.

You can't always protect people from themselves, Jill. Even children.

Any idea where she might've gone? Yeah, I can guess.

She was mad because we wouldn't let her work with us.

Buckley's place. Bad news.

Samantha, what do you think you're doing up here?

I've been up here lots of times, Mr. Buckley.

Yes, you have... with your Aunt Charlotte or with my permission.

But this time you broke in, didn't you? Well, the door was open.

But if you want me to go, I will. No.

No, I don't. Come in. We'll have a little talk.

You don't have to hold on to me.

You must think I'm positively a burglar or something.

Sit down.

Where is your Aunt Charlotte right now?

In Paris.

Does she know that you sneak up here like this?

She wouldn't care. She thinks you're a nice man.

What do you think? Hmm?

You used to like me quite a lot.

That was before.

Before what?

Before you broke up with Aunt Charlotte.

You were gonna say something else, weren't you?

Maybe I was. I've forgotten.

You been up here recently?

If I say yes, you'll get mad at me.

And if I say no, you won't believe me.

So I think I'll take the Fifth, if you don't mind.

Ah, but I do mind. I want an answer.

I definitely don't think my aunt will appreciate the way you're speaking to me.

You were here, weren't you?

Hmm? Weren't you?

What did you see?

You'd better tell me what you saw.

You...

Aren't you gonna answer it?

Oh, Victor, I hope you don't mind my simply dropping in on you like this.

Uh, no. No, of course not. I...

Well, you did say I could take some photos of those gorgeous cymbidiums.

Ye... Thank you for the tea and cookies, Mr. Buckley.

What a charming little girl! Is she yours?

Uh, no. No, no, she's not.

Uh, well, she lives here in the building.

Her aunt is a friend of mine.

Oh. I bet you have lots of female friends.

Kelly, why don't you decide what pictures you'd like to take,

and I'll be with you in just a moment.

Oh, well, I... I'll be on the terrace.

Max, get over here right now.

Okay, young lady, you've had it.

What are you doing here?

Uh, might we ask where you have been?

You really gave us a scare, you know?

I can take care of myself.

Sam, I saw your face when you came through the door.

- You were scared. - I was a little.

Now, you know, it's not very nice to sneak away when Jill's responsible for you.

- It makes her feel awful. - I didn't sneak. I walked.

Well, I guess it wasn't very nice.

I just wanted to be a detective like you guys.

- I wanted to help. - Well, you have helped.

You're the only witness we have. Without you, we haven't got a case.

Listen, honey, we didn't believe you at first,

and I know that that hurt.

But we really want to help you. Please trust us.

- Mm-hmm. - Okay, go get your things together.

We're going out to my beach house and stay there.

Jill, I'm sorry.

I'm not. I'm happy you're still alive.

Okay, come on.

No murder weapon. No body. No I.D. on the victim.

We don't even know who this Buckley is for sure.

What about the fingerprints on that glass that I took?

No, no luck there either. He either used acid or had surgery performed on them.

Wiped as smooth as a fat man's smile.

Well, that tells us something about him:

He's a fugitive, whoever he is.

What about the license plate, Bos?

Well, that is our hope. Charlie's following up on it.

It seems that it belongs to a man named Tommy Robbins.

He is a bounty hunter for bail bondsmen.

Fugitive angle again, huh?

You know, we have a time problem here.

I mean, Buckley does have a 60-foot yacht,

and he could take off whenever he wants to.

Yeah, well, we have another problem.

What?

Buckley knows that Sam witnessed the murder.

Mm-hmm.

I talked to the neighbors, but they didn't seem to know the blonde very well.

Say they just got back from Europe.

Been over there for a while. The name is Jill Munroe.

But what does she have to do with the child, Max?

I don't know, except that she's got the kid hidden out.

Hmm. Maybe she's holding her for ransom. That seems to be the thing nowadays.

- Will you shut up, Richie? - You don't know much, do you?

Come on now. Give me some time. We'll find out.

I don't have time!

The way I see it, it is very simple.

The girl saw me. I know that now.

We'll just have to get rid of both of them.

- Oh, you're puttin' us on. - No, he's not.

That's got a bit of a risk to it, you know.

- I'm gonna want more. - I expected you would.

Bring them to the boat, Max,

and then we'll all take a nice, long ocean voyage.

Just as soon as it's dark enough.

My parents were in Africa on a safari when they were killed. It was a plane crash.

My Aunt Charlotte was the only one willing to take me.

She's not really mean, you know.

She's just not home very often.

Well, from what I hear about Charlotte, she's not really the mother type.

But I think she's doing the best she can.

Let's decide on a hairstyle for you. How shall we do it?

Like yours.

Well, I think everyone should have a style that's best for them. Don't you?

Well, then can I do yours? Of course you can.

Here, hold this. And this.

Thank you.

What'll we do when we're done doing our hair?

Well, I have some popcorn. We can roast it in the fireplace.

Great. Okay.

I'm gonna have a glass of wine. What would you like?

I'll have wine too... A dry white.

You'll have cider.

Fortunately, I like cider.

There you go. Thank you.

Cheers.

Samantha, what's wrong with being a child?

What do you mean?

Well, you work so hard at being grown-up, you don't have any fun.

I'm having fun tonight.

So am I, honey.

I know. There's a really grossed-out horror movie on TV tonight.

We can watch it together. Well, first we have to see what time it's on.

Then we have to see just how grossed-out it is.

Jill? Uh-huh?

- Can I ask you about something? - Sure. Anything.

Even if it's about boys?

Uh, yeah. Uh, go ahead. I'll do my best.

Look out!

Hold it, baby. You wanna get somebody killed?

Come on. Get her! Get her!

- Just take it easy. Sit down. - Where's Buckley?

That you don't want to rush.

Jill, I'm scared. It's okay.

You two go in there and put on some street clothes. It'll be better for us that way.

Come on. One at a time. Leave the kid here.

You stay here. It'll be all right.

Just do what they say. It'll be all right.

Just stay cool. Don't make any noise.

I'll be right outside.

A padlock.

You know, Max, I mean, hustling around is one thing, right?

But I never killed a kid before.

Don't worry about it. Now, you're not gonna have to do anything.

Vic? Yeah, it's Max. We got 'em down here in the boat. Yeah, you bet.

Say, we got a problem, uh... Yeah.

All right. You be down here the first thing in the morning. Okay.

What did he say? He said he's gonna do it himself.

Now, I'm gonna hold him to it.

Okay, as long as that...

Nothing. Look, it's probably the same two head-busters who grabbed Robbins's car.

Let's just don't touch anything, okay?

Look, they must have taken her by surprise.

I bet they threatened to hurt Sam.

It's a mess. But we'll believe that they're all right, and we'll find them.

Okay? Okay.

Any news? No, no. We were waiting for you.

Look, we know that they got rid of Robbins.

They're probably gonna do the same thing to Jill and Sam.

But where?

The boat. Buckley's boat!

That boat was at the marina. I'm sure of it.

It's worth a try. Yeah. Come on.

Jill, I can get through there!

It's too dangerous, Sam. Kris will have gone to the house by now,

and she'll figure out something.

It'll be all right.

I'm all cramped up in here, you know? I mean,

where is he, Max? I wanna get out of here.

He said he'll be here. Now, he'll be here. What are you doin'?

I'm just warming it up.

Jill, please let me try.

I've got to break the glass. Get me a blanket.

Okay. You get back now.

Okay, let's give it a try.

- See anyone up there? - No, nobody.

- Well, go on. Get outta here! - What about you?

Don't worry about me! Would you go on?

How'd you ever get tied up with Buckley?

Oh, I was working for a friend of his... a skipper on this boat.

We were running some dope out of Baja.

Oh, I'll bet you got busted.

Yeah, you can believe that. We got busted.

Coast Guard. God. Coast Guard? What happened?

Well, we were running at night without any lights, you know.

Jill?

Sam, what are you doing?

I think I can get this lock open. I told you to get out of here!

- I can't leave you. - Go on! Run!

Jill, I got it! I got it!

Come here.

Okay, give me this. Come on.

Give me your hand.

Come on.

- Take care of it. - Us? What, are you crazy?

Listen, if you wanna cancel their tickets, then you do it. That was the deal.

Just pay him off, Vic. Let's get outta here.

Let's first see the merchandise.

God dang it!

Where'd they go?

There! Cut them off before they get to the road.

Try to get to the road. You can do it.

The kid! Get the kid!

Come on, little girl. I don't wanna hurt you.

Come on. Make it easy on yourself, all right? I got the kid!

Hold it!

- Sam! - Hurry!

Mr. Buckley's after Jill! Come on, honey.

Oh!

Oh!

Are you all right? I was so scared for you.

- I'm okay. - What'd you hit him with?

All of me.

And Victor Buckley's real name is Daryl Francis Hanrahan.

That goes back about five years ago in Boston...

when he was the brains behind one of the biggest jewel robberies in history.

- And the loot was never recovered. - Did he do time for it?

No, that's just the thing. He was arrested, then he jumped bail.

- And Robbins worked for the bail bondsman. - Right.

Sam, we all owe you an apology for doubting you.

I especially want to apologize, Sam. No hard feelings?

No hard feelings, Mr. Bosley. In fact, I brought you a present.

You did? A present for me?

Mr. Bosley loves presents.

In fact, he starts to get excited about Christmas somewhere in June.

It's a Venus flytrap.

Oh, is... is that vicious? I mean, does it snap or anything?

It's so small, Bos, it won't eat nearly as much as your cocker spaniel.

Well, do you like it?

Hey, gross-out!